Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor.

Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.

Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute 'shall'?

That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus)

When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes